Hey Everyone,
I saw this really nice poem and i thought i'd share with you. It is by Keith Taylor.
Here is the poem:
There is a dance at water’s edge, a movement between the lake, its sand and the horizon where lake becomes cloud.
Between those lines our world’s a thin wash of muted tones, beige and gray with a hint of white,
almost abstract, until the dancer steps out into the pool. She makes the whole thing real.
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Comment down below if you like this poem.
~Kirsten
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